Damn, I Wish I Went Trick-Or-Treating...

So today I woke up and thought "OH SHIT. I haven't posted in forever. AGAIN."
Thus explains why I am posting now. :]

I realized I haven't finished posting about my Outdoor Ed trip, but to tell you the truth, I don't remember it that well anymore. I'm just waiting to get my journal back so I get a general idea of what I was doing, so until then, it's back to posting about my everyday not so average life.
So Friday was a Dress Up Day at my school, and unlike some other schools, we have random Dress Up Days throughout the year. We were supposed to dress up in our Halloween costumes to show "school spirit". What dressing up as random messed up characters have to do with school spirit, I'm not quite sure.

I was originally going to dress up as Waldo, but sadly I could not find the red and white sweater and decided against it last-minute. This meant I ended up going to school in my regular clothes, and by regular I mean a shirt that says "BITE ME" with grinning evil little gingerbread men (no vampires), jeans, and converse. Apparently that wasn't good enough for some of my teachers because throughout the day all I heard was "Cathy. Where's your costume? I'm disappointed. I thought you of all people had school spirit".

AND THAT'S WHERE THEY'RE WRONG. (Just slightly though).

I do have spirit, it just doesn't necessarily include school spirit, but I did get pretty annoyed at teachers lecturing me about how I should have dressed up because high school would be the best four years of my life blah blah blah... So in order to get the teachers off my back, I grabbed a blank sheet of paper, with a hot pink sharpie I wrote "NUDIST ON STRIKE", and taped it to my back. Now I'm not sure about what the teachers thought, but I think I had a pretty damn awesome costume.

Of course my costume couldn't even start to compare to the person dressed as a pop tart and the people with forks that chased after them down the hall screaming "COME BACK! WE SWEAR YOU WON'T EVEN NOTICE THAT YOU'RE BEING EATEN!" But seriously, despite all the shitty stuff that happens to me at school, stuff like this makes up for it.

Yesterday was Halloween! My friends and I decided to crash on the couch and watch Mirrors while eating foods you wouldn't usually eat while watching horror/thriller movies like ice cream, apple pie, and messed up sushi and heart-shaped rice balls that we made earlier that day. Let's just say by the end of the movie, all the food I was eating was thrown all over the floor, I was hiding under a blanket on the couch, and I still refuse to look into anything reflective (just in case).

What kept me up at night though was because of all the mirrors in my room. Whenever I'm in bed and I look to my left, I see my vanity, my right, my window, and down my closet (my closet doors are mirrors). Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep, so in order to keep myself awake, I'm on a sugar high because of all the Halloween candy I'm stealing from my little brother, Terence. I'm probably going to get fat from eating all of this, but oh well. More of me to love, right?

Your 5:
1. I have made a mini collage of photos on my vanity in order to cover up the mirror, because the movie seriously freaked me out.
2. I find those really mean, messed up rumors about me funny. Like seriously, who'd be stupid enough to believe crap like that?
3. When I'm scared, I'll laugh (it makes me less nervous). So during all of the scary parts of Mirror, I laughed, really hard.
4. Remember how I said I was a spirit for my school's drama production: The Tempest? Well I'm also a Spice Girl. That's right a Spice Girl. I'm "Posh" (Victoria Beckham). Since when did Shakespear make the people dress up as the Spice Girls, and dance around people while singing Wannabe? That's right, he didn't. My drama teacher did.
5. I'm currently living the single life. That's right! I'm single! Michael and I broke up! Shocker... Time to get over it. Because I certainly did.

(No offence to him of course. He's not a bad person, I'm just sooo over the constant fighting.)

Well...maybe just a little, because he is being an ass.